"I'll do it!" The Pink woman's choice was made as someone stuck their hand in the air.  She walked over.  "So, what's your name?" she asked.

"I'm Penny," the volunteer replied. "I missed out last time, so I just had to volunteer this time!"

She stood up, and the pink dressed assistant led Penny back to the stage and into the light, where she was revealed to the audience as a brown haired woman with brown eyes and a fairly casual sense of dress.  "So, I didn't catch your name," she asked of the woman who had just emerged out of a hat.

"Oh? I'm..."
"Not really important," Rabbit replied as she emerged from the backstage.  "After all, I can't risk you picking a better name than mine," she added with a grin.

"Hey there!" Penny said with a wave.  "Thanks for having me!"

"I'm not exactly having you," the Rabbit pointed out.  "So, Penny, what do you do for a living?"

"Well, this and that," the young volunteer replied.  "What's under the sheet?" she asked pointing at the cloth covering the table that the Rabbit had rolled out.

"Just your little illusion," the dark woman said. She paused.  "Wait. 'Little bit of this, little bit of that.' Isn't that from a song somewhere?"

"Fatboy Slim's Weapon of Choice!" someone yelled out from the crowd.

"Thank you!" the Rabbit yelled back.

"So, what's the trick?" Penny prodded the performer into producing the performance punctually.

"Well this," Rabbit rolled back the sheet into her hands, is what I like to call a Miss Made!"

"That's not a Mismade," Penny commented in a deadpan.  "That's a flat table."

"Well it will be one!" the Rabbit objected, crossing her arms over her chest.  "I just need you to climb up and sit in the middle."

Penny did as she was told, and was quickly arranged at the Rabbit's instructions to sit on her knees in the middle of the table, hands resting on those knees and with her legs folded under her.  "Comfortable?" the Rabbit asked.

"Yes."  Penny looked around for the rest of the trick, but saw nothing out of the ordinary.

"Great!" the Rabbit replied. She went behind Penny to the edge of the table, leaving her helper standing there, looking bewildered. She finished off the carrot instead of doing nothing.

Behind Penny, the Rabbit lifted up the back of the table, a rectangular segment that rose on some hidden joint just behind her feet. It rose up and formed a back to Penny, coming up to her neck.  The Rabbit then repeated this process on each side, forming three sides to a box surrounding Penny, leaving the corners untouched.  "Do you like the box?"

"It's pretty solid," Penny said as she rapped on one side.  "Though I still don't see the mismade part."

"Patience!"  The Rabbit this time raised up the front of the table, leaving Penny inside a box formed around her with no top to it.  "Now," she said, "time to finish!"  She took one corner of the table and lifted it up, pulling it up and then settling it down on top of Penny, forcing the young volunteer to crouch a little as the box closed around her.

"Still not seeing it!" she said from inside the box.

"Hold on," the Rabbit said as she went around the side of the box. "I think I see a problem."

"What's that?" Penny demanded.

The rabbit put her hands against the side of the box, and pushed, letting the top half slide over until it was impossibly balanced on one edge of the lower half.  "Hello?" Penny could be heard saying.

"Still working!" The Rabbit went around to the other side of the table, and this time pushed down on the stage-right side of the top half of the box. This quarter of it slid downward until it touched where the table would have been before the performance had begun.

Returning to the other side, this time, the Rabbit lifted up the stage-left side of the lower box, forming a /\/ shape.  "Hello?" This time, Penny's question was a bit more worried.  There was a knocking coming from one of the other boxes than her voice.

"Still working!" The Rabbit said as she went behind the boxes and began to move them some more.  First, she slid the top-right box over top the section that used to be beside it, breaking everything into two distinct sides.  She then slid the back half back to the left, creating another section of the box, and showing the audience that each side was the same wooden panelling.

On the left, she moved the two segments into the vertical, then lifted the front.  Then she rotated the front to the right, and slid half of that upwards again!

For a few moments, the Rabbit did nothing but move and rearrange the box that Penny had been encased in.  It quickly became apparent that there was no where for her to hide in, under or around the table, and the subdivided boxes were far too small for her to hide in either.

"Umm, can you tell which part is which," the pink-dressed woman asked.

"Nope!" Rabbit replied as she kept mixing up the pieces. Squares became rectangles became squares or larger rectangles, or pieces that looked like they belonged in a tetris game.  All the while, Penny's voice moved this way and that.  "And, we're done!"

"You are?" the assistant said, worried at Penny's state.  "I mean, you haven't put her back yet."

The Rabbit looked down at the irregularly shaped object that use to be a euclidean object. "Well, yeah.  I mean, it's called a 'Miss Made', right?  Not a 'Correct Made'.  How about you, Penny?  Are you alright in there?"

"Yes!" the voice seemed to come from three different places at once. "It's a little cramped in here though."

"Not surprising," the Rabbit replied.  "Why don't you relax for a couple minutes," she said gently, but with a smirk on her face. "I'll do another performance before I let you out."

"Alright?" Penny said. "You mean you're not done?"

"Well, consider this an interlude - not an actual interlude, mind."  The Rabbit looked up and out over the audience.  "Now, who is going to help me next?"